Ivy held the tip of the mirror shard against her neck, with a crazy smile on her face as she looked at Stanley, "What do I want? I've said it before, in this world, no one can execute me, and I won't let anyone else sway my life, the only one who can kill me is myself."
She took a breath and added, "I know that I have landed myself at this point today and that the only way is death, but I will not let you sway my life, even if I die, it will be by my own hand, not yours, so Stanley, you still have not succeeded in your revenge!"
After saying that, Ivy laughed out loud before sticking the mirror directly and viciously into her neck.
She stuck deep and moved hard.
Fraser clearly saw that the mirror fragment, at least two centimeters in, the blood, even soared out along the edge of the mirror fragment, tracing an arc in the air.
And Ivy's hand was completely stained red with blood.
As the wound was too big and the blood flowed too much, Ivy's body soon couldn't support itself and fell lopsidedly onto the bed. The hand that was gripping the mirror fragment was also unable to grip it any longer and slowly let go, slumping to her side, with only the mirror fragment, still firmly inserted above her neck.
Her two eyes, however, were wide open and staring at the ceiling with dead eyes, as if she wanted to make two holes in it.
Her eyes, however, had gradually dulled, without the slightest hint of spirit.
This scene happened so fast that Stanley and Fraser froze straight away.
By the time they reacted, Ivy had already made a move on herself.
Fraser covered his mouth in surprise, “Mr. Murphy, she ......"
Stanley's pupils twitched and he did not speak, but moved his feet towards the position of the bed.
Walking to the bedside, he looked down at Ivy.
The blood on Ivy's neck was still flowing out, as if it was going to drain out.
At this moment, Stanley could already clearly feel that her life was gradually dissipating.
Ivy's consciousness was beginning to blur at the moment, but she still sensed Stanley coming next to her.
She couldn't move, she didn't have the strength, and she didn't want to move, so she just stared at the ceiling with a pair of lusterless eyes and spoke in a weak voice, "Stanley ...... For the sake of my dying, can I ask you one thing?"
Stanley's thin lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
Ivy's eyelids were beginning to get heavy at the moment, and her eyes, staring at the ceiling, began to blink continuously, as if she wanted to open them wide, but as she did so, they instead became more and more squinted, and her vision, too, darkened even more.
Not only the sight, but also the hearing, was beginning to diminish.
She didn't know whether Stanley had spoken or not, so she assumed that Stanley had spoken.
She gave a self-deprecating laugh and breathed hard, "Help me ...... Help me tell Henry I'm sorry, I ...... I know ...... I know who I love, who I ......"
At this moment, it was clear to Ivy why she had felt that indefinable emotion in her heart when she saw Henry two days ago.
She also knew why she had been so flustered and lost when Henry had said he didn't love her anymore and had said goodbye to her.
It was all because she loved him.
She loved Henry, not Stanley!
She didn't know when she had fallen in love with Henry, but she had, and she knew how much she had gone too far in the past, and how much she had broken Henry's heart by what she had done to him.
She even regretted now why she hadn't seen it sooner.
Would everything have been different if she had seen her heart earlier?
No, even if she had seen it earlier, everything would still be the same, because she had killed Stanley's parents when she was ten years old, so even if she had realized it later that she loved Henry, Stanley would not have let her go.
Ivy's mouth pulled out a bitter curve, "So tired ......"
She stopped resisting, stopped struggling and allowed her eyes to close.
All of a sudden, there was no more light in front of her, only darkness.
Ivy's eyelashes fluttered and her head grew heavy.
Soon her rapid breathing gradually stopped, and her violently heaving chest gradually calmed down.
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